Greyhound or Short Bus?

The hours began to tick on by after I got my ticket for the bus and waited. During the wait I order tacos or what should be known as ‘oil with a side of tacos’. 6pm became 7pm, became 8pm. Finally, it was confirmed that the bus would leave at 8pm and I would be on the way to San Diego, two hours drive away. During the wait I met John, a marine based at 21 Palms, a giant marine base in the middle of the desert. John warned of the current dangers in Tijuana at the moment; apparently the local cops are currently fighting with the locals. Niice.

The bus showed up at 8pm and I was on my way. I think it should be changed from Greyhound Bus Company to ‘The Short Bus Company’ as there were some fair weirdos on my bus!

So I got to the station and in a taxi for the hotel, which luckily was only about 10 minutes away. Got to my room and crashed straight away.